OK. Bear with me. This will be *** little tough. You should know. This isn't the first time I thought about leaving. I thought about it some 20 years ago when *** check that would soon become part of Cincinnati folklore made me see life from the bottom. To be honest, I thought about ending it all crossed my mind, but *** more reasonable alternative seemed to be, hey, how about just leaving town, running away, starting life over some place else? And then I think it was *** night or two later, Al Shaadi, the man who defined local television news for *** generation of us ran what he called his spotlight report entitled Who was Jerry Springer? You see, in political terms as well as human here in Cincinnati. I was dead. But then in the probably the luckiest decision I ever made I decided. No, I'm staying put. You see, I selfishly didn't want there to be any place in America where I couldn't go. Why I couldn't one day with child or grandchildren return barred by some shame and scandal. Now, if I were going to beat it, I'd have to beat it where it happened right here in River City. And so it became an obsession. I would withstand all the jokes, all the ridicule, I'd pretend it didn't hurt and I would give every ounce of my being to Cincinnati. Why in time I was thinking you'd have to like me or if not like me, at least respect me. And I'd run for co even UN endorsed and I'd prove to you I could be the best public servant you ever had or I'd die trying be it as *** mayor, an anchor or commentator, whatever it took, I was determined to have, you know, that I was more than *** check and *** hooker on *** one night stand. But something happened along the way. Maybe it's God's way of teaching us. I don't know. But you see in trying to prove something to you, I learned something about me. I learned that I had fallen in love with you, with Cincinnati, with you who taught me more about life and caring and forgiving and also most importantly, giving, giving something back than I had ever learned through all the high fin formal education I had previously received. And so though surely imperfectly and perhaps too bleeding heart liberally for most, I've tried to give something back and yet I know for what you have given me, it can't nearly be enough for giving me *** chance to come back to have the most glorious occupations anyone could ever hope for to share 25 years of your time, the last 10 in your home spouting off my thoughts and passions while having the good fortune of working with the likes of Norma, *** friend, *** confident, *** force that kept the anchor desk steady while I drifted on the edges and pat, *** true friend who always kept my head from getting too big. And Greg who's hustled me once too often in golf and all the other wonderful folks here to borrow from Nick Clooney. Those you see, and those you don't know for all this that you have given me, I can't possibly have given enough back, which is part of the reason I have been, excuse me, so sad this week. Why? It's so hard to say goodbye. But you've given us that wonderful thought of. You wrote to me yesterday. You know how you always end your broadcast, take care of yourself and each other. Yeah, it's *** wonderful thought. Alright. Certainly the right and decent way to live. But you see, I didn't make it up. You did. God bless you and goodbye.